this morning #183.

this morning, her hands were tied. from what she could tell, it was only your basic handcuff knot but it felt sufficient to hold her in place. the room around her was lit low and smelled strongly of fireplace & berry candles. how long had she been here? minutes stretched into hours into days. that was likely just the LSD talking. her kingdom for a clock! if she was being honest with herself, going into the trip she wouldn’t have imagined she’d insist that her fellow traveler bind her to the bed and, even more, that he would leave. though it was obvious she was starting to come down, it wasn’t as obvious that anyone was coming back to untie her. luckily, the flowers on the table were good listeners.